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It took old media over 500 years, from the advent of the printing press on down through to the present day to produce so magnificent a bore as, say, Frank Rich. In under a decade the blogosphere has managed to match them. This impresses even as it horrifies. We the people have found our voice, and Christ if we aren’t some tiresome bastards.

In this age of celebrity obsession, a rock star DJ set is the aural equivalent of an autograph—as if a record were somehow different because Jarvis Cocker spun it.

Tricia Romano questions the point and the purpose – and queries the skills – of the celebrity DJ craze, Village Voice
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The dancing habits of thousands of British males will have to drastically change. Up to now, many have long favoured a shufflesome, loping style ideally suited to those moments when you have a drink in one hand and a fag in the other… In some subterranean hellhole, drawn to the dancefloor by, say, a Kasabian record, what will you do with you spare hand? Tuck it in your pocket? Make silly fish shapes?

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